Her confidence secret discovered
"Come on, Sarah, you've got this," Emily said, her voice a comforting murmur through the phone. Sarah took a deep breath, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. It was already 7 AM and the sun was peeking through the blinds. The day of the big presentation she had been dreading for weeks had arrived. "Just remember, what I told you, going commando will give you a confidence boost, trust me" Emily continued, a hint of mischief in her tone. "It'll be our little secret."
Sarah hung up the phone, her heart racing. She had always been a bit of a geek, more comfortable with test tubes than crowds. But Emily had a knack for making her feel unstoppable. With trembling hands, she slid into the light blue office dress with the thin straps that Emily had picked out for her. It was mid-thigh, revealing more skin than she was used to. She felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as she stepped into her heels and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress clung to her in all the right places, making her feel both professional and alluring.
As she stepped into the conference room, the mumble of conversations hushed. She took her place at the podium, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with her colleagues, all eyes on her. But as she began to speak, she realized that she wasn't just speaking about her latest research findings; she was speaking with the confidence of a woman who knew she had nothing to hide under her dress. The words flowed easily, and she could feel the tension in her body start to melt away.
Her boss, John, watched her from the front row, his gaze intense. At 69 years old, he was a respected figure in their scientific community, known for his sharp mind and blunt demeanor. As she approached the end of her presentation, he leaned back in his chair, nodding in approval. Sarah felt a thrill shoot through her as she saw his reaction, and she knew that she had nailed it. But what she didn't know was that her little secret was about to be discovered.
As she stepped down from the stage, John was quick to stand and congratulate her, his handshake firm and his smile genuine. "Excellent work, Sarah," he said, his eyes flicking down to her legs for a brief moment. Sarah felt a hot flush creep up her neck as she realized what he must have seen. She had been so focused on the presentation that she hadn't noticed the telltale wetness that had been spreading from her core, dripping down her thigh.
"Thank you," she managed to murmur, trying to keep her voice steady as she felt his hand lightly brush against the glistening line on her thigh.
John's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "It seems like you've had quite the reaction to your own success, or perhaps it's something else entirely." He brought his hand back up to her face, his index finger slightly damp from her arousal. "What's this?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in a knowing manner.
Sarah froze, her eyes wide as he brought his digit to his mouth and licked it clean. She watched in shock as his eyes closed briefly, savoring the taste. "You've got quite the potent elixir there," he murmured, his voice thick with a hunger she hadn't noticed before. The room spun around her as she realized the implications of what was happening.
"I-I'll be in my office in an hour, Sarah," John said, his voice low and gruff. "We'll discuss your presentation in more...private...detail." He didn't wait for her response, turning and walking away, leaving her standing there, her knees weak and her mind racing.
The rest of the workday was a blur of half-heard conversations and awkward glances. Her colleagues' congratulations felt like they were coming from a distance as she replayed the moment with John over and over in her mind. The anticipation grew with every passing minute, and she found herself unable to focus on anything but the meeting that was to come.
As the hour approached, she took a deep breath and made her way to his office. She could feel the heat emanating from her core, the wetness between her legs a constant reminder of her excitement and fear. She knocked softly on the door, her hand shaking slightly. "Come in," he called out, and she pushed the door open, her heart hammering in her chest.
John's office was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk. He sat in his chair, his eyes raking over her body as she entered. "Take a seat," he instructed, gesturing to the chair across from him. Sarah's legs trembled as she sat down, the dress riding up slightly, revealing even more of her bare skin.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Your presentation was quite...enlightening, Sarah," he began, his tone now one of authority mixed with something else. Something primal. "I think we need to explore this newfound confidence of yours further."
Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend what he meant. Was this a professional meeting or was it something more? The way he looked at her, the way he talked about her confidence, it was all too much. She felt a rush of arousal, her body betraying her as her nipples hardened and pushed against the fabric of her dress.
"I noticed you weren't wearing any underwear," he said bluntly. "Care to explain why?"
Sarah swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. She thought of Emily's advice, of how it had indeed given her a boost. But she had never anticipated this. "It was...for confidence," she finally managed to say, her voice a squeak.
John leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "I see," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "And it seems to have worked. You're positively glowing." He paused, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "But its not very professional is it?"
Sarah felt the color drain from her face. She had never been in this position before, her personal and professional lives colliding so explosively. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be...distracting," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
John's pacing grew more agitated, his eyes never leaving hers. "Distracting?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, it was certainly that. But more than that, it was...intriguing." He stopped in front of her, his hands on the edge of his desk. "You see, Sarah, when you come to work looking like that, smelling like that," he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, "you're practically begging for attention."
Her eyes widened as she tried to process his words. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? "I-I didn't mean to," she protested weakly.
"But you did," he said, leaning closer. His breath was warm on her face, sending shivers down her spine. "You knew exactly what you were doing. And now, I can't get that image out of my head. You, up there, all hot and bothered, with no one to take care of it but me."
His hand reached out, brushing the back of her neck lightly. She gasped at the touch, her body responding in ways she didn't know it could. "John, I-I don't know what to say," she managed, her voice shaking.
He leaned even closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Let me make it simple for you, Sarah," he murmured. "You've been a bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished."
Sarah's breath hitched, her mind racing with confusion and desire. Despite her orientation, she couldn't deny the physical reaction his dominance was stirring within her. Her body was responding in ways that she had only ever felt with Emily. It was as if her nakedness under the dress had turned her into a live wire, and John was the one who had the power to make her spark.
"But I-I'm not interested in you like that," she protested, her voice wavering.
John's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "Oh, I know," he said, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "But that's the beauty of it. You're not here for me. You're here for what I can do for you." His hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and came to rest on her chest, his thumb grazing her nipple. She gasped again, her body responding despite her mind's protests.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice a silky challenge. "You want to feel what it's like to have a man take control, to make you feel things you've never felt before."
Sarah's cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the tumult of emotions swirling through her. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't ignore the way her body was begging for his touch, the way her clit was pulsing with need.
John sat down and patted his knee, a gesture that sent a thrill of anticipation through her. "Come here," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. She hesitated for a moment before standing, the dress whispering against her bare skin as she walked towards him. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs with every step she took.
As she reached his side, he placed his hand on her waist, guiding her over his knee. Her dress hiked up even further, revealing her wet pussy to him. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she positioned herself, her ass in the air and her cheeks pressing against his thigh. "John," she whispered, "please."
Without warning, his hand came down hard on her left cheek. She yelped, the sting of the slap sending a shockwave through her body. But it wasn't pain she felt, it was a strange, intense heat that seemed to spread from her ass to her core. She squirmed, her body betraying her as she grew wetter. He chuckled, his hand rubbing the spot he had just hit, the fabric of his pants brushing against her sensitized skin.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he said, his voice gruff with arousal. "Letting yourself get so worked up in public. It's a good thing you're with me now." His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek, the sound echoing through the room. Sarah bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that was building in her chest.
John's hand continued to fall, alternating between her cheeks with a rhythm that was both punishing and erotic. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with every smack. "You're going to learn to behave in the office," he told her, his hand landing particularly hard on the crest of her ass.
The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the gentle strokes of his hand that followed. Her pussy was slick, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, soaking his trousers. The room was filled with the sounds of her gasps and his smacks, a cacophony of desire that seemed to block out everything else.
"Oh my God," she murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. "Really?"
John's smirk grew wider as he paused in his ministrations. "You're a lesbian, and yet here you are, letting an old man spank you," he said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "Your pussy's so wet it's practically begging for it."
Sarah's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her body was responding to him in a way she had never experienced before. She had always identified as a lesbian, but the power dynamic in this moment was something she had never explored with Emily. It was twisted, it was wrong, but it was also incredibly, undeniably hot.
John's hand shifted, moving away from her burning ass and sliding down the inside of her thigh. She trembled as his fingertips grazed her slick folds, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.
Without warning, his hand connected with her pussy, the smack echoing in the quiet room. She yelped, the pain sending a jolt of electricity through her body that made her clit throb. It was a sensation unlike anything she had felt before, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had her writhing against his leg.
John chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her throat. "You're so sensitive," he said, his thumb brushing over her pulse. "It's like your body doesn't know how to handle a real man's touch." His other hand continued to tease her, his fingers slipping easily through her wetness. "Your lesbian lover can't give you this, can she?"
Sarah's mind was racing, trying to understand why his words, his touch, his dominance was making her feel this way. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself from grinding against his hand, seeking more of the intense sensations he was giving her. "Emily," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
John's grip on her throat tightened slightly, his thumb pressing against her pulse. "Not now," he said firmly. "Right now, you're mine. And I'm going to show you just how good it can feel to be with a man." His thumb slid into her mouth, and she sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of her arousal on his skin only served to drive her further into a frenzy.
With a growl, he stood up, his hand moving to the back of her neck. He pushed her down to her knees, her dress pooling around her. "I think it's time for your real reward," he said, his voice gruff with desire. He unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and veined, pointing straight at her.
Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at it. She had never seen one this close before, never felt the heat of it against her skin. But she knew what to do, her body responding instinctively to the power dynamics at play. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the salty head of his cock.
John groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Suck it like you mean it, like you want it." And she did. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him that she could handle this, that she was more than just a scared little scientist.
Her mouth took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing out. She could feel the tension in his body as he grew closer to climax, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. And all the while, her own arousal was building, the ache in her pussy growing more insistent with every passing moment.
Finally, he could take no more. With a roar, he pulled her to her feet, his hands on her hips. He spun her around, pushing her towards the desk. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice thick with need. Sarah complied, her heart racing as she braced herself against the cool wood.
John's hand came down hard on her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. She moaned, pushing back against him, feeling his cock slide against her wetness. He positioned himself, the tip of his erection nudging at her entrance. "You're going to take this, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot on her neck.
Sarah nodded, her body trembling. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. And as he pushed inside her, she knew that she would never forget this moment, this illicit encounter in the dimly lit office, her lesbian identity colliding with the raw, primal desire for a man's touch.
Sarah hung up the phone, her heart racing. She had always been a bit of a geek, more comfortable with test tubes than crowds. But Emily had a knack for making her feel unstoppable. With trembling hands, she slid into the light blue office dress with the thin straps that Emily had picked out for her. It was mid-thigh, revealing more skin than she was used to. She felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as she stepped into her heels and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress clung to her in all the right places, making her feel both professional and alluring.
As she stepped into the conference room, the mumble of conversations hushed. She took her place at the podium, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with her colleagues, all eyes on her. But as she began to speak, she realized that she wasn't just speaking about her latest research findings; she was speaking with the confidence of a woman who knew she had nothing to hide under her dress. The words flowed easily, and she could feel the tension in her body start to melt away.
Her boss, John, watched her from the front row, his gaze intense. At 69 years old, he was a respected figure in their scientific community, known for his sharp mind and blunt demeanor. As she approached the end of her presentation, he leaned back in his chair, nodding in approval. Sarah felt a thrill shoot through her as she saw his reaction, and she knew that she had nailed it. But what she didn't know was that her little secret was about to be discovered.
As she stepped down from the stage, John was quick to stand and congratulate her, his handshake firm and his smile genuine. "Excellent work, Sarah," he said, his eyes flicking down to her legs for a brief moment. Sarah felt a hot flush creep up her neck as she realized what he must have seen. She had been so focused on the presentation that she hadn't noticed the telltale wetness that had been spreading from her core, dripping down her thigh.
"Thank you," she managed to murmur, trying to keep her voice steady as she felt his hand lightly brush against the glistening line on her thigh.
John's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "It seems like you've had quite the reaction to your own success, or perhaps it's something else entirely." He brought his hand back up to her face, his index finger slightly damp from her arousal. "What's this?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in a knowing manner.
Sarah froze, her eyes wide as he brought his digit to his mouth and licked it clean. She watched in shock as his eyes closed briefly, savoring the taste. "You've got quite the potent elixir there," he murmured, his voice thick with a hunger she hadn't noticed before. The room spun around her as she realized the implications of what was happening.
"I-I'll be in my office in an hour, Sarah," John said, his voice low and gruff. "We'll discuss your presentation in more...private...detail." He didn't wait for her response, turning and walking away, leaving her standing there, her knees weak and her mind racing.
The rest of the workday was a blur of half-heard conversations and awkward glances. Her colleagues' congratulations felt like they were coming from a distance as she replayed the moment with John over and over in her mind. The anticipation grew with every passing minute, and she found herself unable to focus on anything but the meeting that was to come.
As the hour approached, she took a deep breath and made her way to his office. She could feel the heat emanating from her core, the wetness between her legs a constant reminder of her excitement and fear. She knocked softly on the door, her hand shaking slightly. "Come in," he called out, and she pushed the door open, her heart hammering in her chest.
John's office was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk. He sat in his chair, his eyes raking over her body as she entered. "Take a seat," he instructed, gesturing to the chair across from him. Sarah's legs trembled as she sat down, the dress riding up slightly, revealing even more of her bare skin.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Your presentation was quite...enlightening, Sarah," he began, his tone now one of authority mixed with something else. Something primal. "I think we need to explore this newfound confidence of yours further."
Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend what he meant. Was this a professional meeting or was it something more? The way he looked at her, the way he talked about her confidence, it was all too much. She felt a rush of arousal, her body betraying her as her nipples hardened and pushed against the fabric of her dress.
"I noticed you weren't wearing any underwear," he said bluntly. "Care to explain why?"
Sarah swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. She thought of Emily's advice, of how it had indeed given her a boost. But she had never anticipated this. "It was...for confidence," she finally managed to say, her voice a squeak.
John leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "I see," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "And it seems to have worked. You're positively glowing." He paused, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "But its not very professional is it?"
Sarah felt the color drain from her face. She had never been in this position before, her personal and professional lives colliding so explosively. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be...distracting," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
John's pacing grew more agitated, his eyes never leaving hers. "Distracting?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, it was certainly that. But more than that, it was...intriguing." He stopped in front of her, his hands on the edge of his desk. "You see, Sarah, when you come to work looking like that, smelling like that," he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, "you're practically begging for attention."
Her eyes widened as she tried to process his words. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? "I-I didn't mean to," she protested weakly.
"But you did," he said, leaning closer. His breath was warm on her face, sending shivers down her spine. "You knew exactly what you were doing. And now, I can't get that image out of my head. You, up there, all hot and bothered, with no one to take care of it but me."
His hand reached out, brushing the back of her neck lightly. She gasped at the touch, her body responding in ways she didn't know it could. "John, I-I don't know what to say," she managed, her voice shaking.
He leaned even closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Let me make it simple for you, Sarah," he murmured. "You've been a bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished."
Sarah's breath hitched, her mind racing with confusion and desire. Despite her orientation, she couldn't deny the physical reaction his dominance was stirring within her. Her body was responding in ways that she had only ever felt with Emily. It was as if her nakedness under the dress had turned her into a live wire, and John was the one who had the power to make her spark.
"But I-I'm not interested in you like that," she protested, her voice wavering.
John's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "Oh, I know," he said, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "But that's the beauty of it. You're not here for me. You're here for what I can do for you." His hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and came to rest on her chest, his thumb grazing her nipple. She gasped again, her body responding despite her mind's protests.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice a silky challenge. "You want to feel what it's like to have a man take control, to make you feel things you've never felt before."
Sarah's cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the tumult of emotions swirling through her. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't ignore the way her body was begging for his touch, the way her clit was pulsing with need.
John sat down and patted his knee, a gesture that sent a thrill of anticipation through her. "Come here," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. She hesitated for a moment before standing, the dress whispering against her bare skin as she walked towards him. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs with every step she took.
As she reached his side, he placed his hand on her waist, guiding her over his knee. Her dress hiked up even further, revealing her wet pussy to him. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she positioned herself, her ass in the air and her cheeks pressing against his thigh. "John," she whispered, "please."
Without warning, his hand came down hard on her left cheek. She yelped, the sting of the slap sending a shockwave through her body. But it wasn't pain she felt, it was a strange, intense heat that seemed to spread from her ass to her core. She squirmed, her body betraying her as she grew wetter. He chuckled, his hand rubbing the spot he had just hit, the fabric of his pants brushing against her sensitized skin.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he said, his voice gruff with arousal. "Letting yourself get so worked up in public. It's a good thing you're with me now." His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek, the sound echoing through the room. Sarah bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that was building in her chest.
John's hand continued to fall, alternating between her cheeks with a rhythm that was both punishing and erotic. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with every smack. "You're going to learn to behave in the office," he told her, his hand landing particularly hard on the crest of her ass.
The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the gentle strokes of his hand that followed. Her pussy was slick, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, soaking his trousers. The room was filled with the sounds of her gasps and his smacks, a cacophony of desire that seemed to block out everything else.
"Oh my God," she murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. "Really?"
John's smirk grew wider as he paused in his ministrations. "You're a lesbian, and yet here you are, letting an old man spank you," he said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "Your pussy's so wet it's practically begging for it."
Sarah's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her body was responding to him in a way she had never experienced before. She had always identified as a lesbian, but the power dynamic in this moment was something she had never explored with Emily. It was twisted, it was wrong, but it was also incredibly, undeniably hot.
John's hand shifted, moving away from her burning ass and sliding down the inside of her thigh. She trembled as his fingertips grazed her slick folds, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.
Without warning, his hand connected with her pussy, the smack echoing in the quiet room. She yelped, the pain sending a jolt of electricity through her body that made her clit throb. It was a sensation unlike anything she had felt before, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had her writhing against his leg.
John chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her throat. "You're so sensitive," he said, his thumb brushing over her pulse. "It's like your body doesn't know how to handle a real man's touch." His other hand continued to tease her, his fingers slipping easily through her wetness. "Your lesbian lover can't give you this, can she?"
Sarah's mind was racing, trying to understand why his words, his touch, his dominance was making her feel this way. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself from grinding against his hand, seeking more of the intense sensations he was giving her. "Emily," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
John's grip on her throat tightened slightly, his thumb pressing against her pulse. "Not now," he said firmly. "Right now, you're mine. And I'm going to show you just how good it can feel to be with a man." His thumb slid into her mouth, and she sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of her arousal on his skin only served to drive her further into a frenzy.
With a growl, he stood up, his hand moving to the back of her neck. He pushed her down to her knees, her dress pooling around her. "I think it's time for your real reward," he said, his voice gruff with desire. He unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and veined, pointing straight at her.
Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at it. She had never seen one this close before, never felt the heat of it against her skin. But she knew what to do, her body responding instinctively to the power dynamics at play. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the salty head of his cock.
John groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Suck it like you mean it, like you want it." And she did. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him that she could handle this, that she was more than just a scared little scientist.
Her mouth took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing out. She could feel the tension in his body as he grew closer to climax, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. And all the while, her own arousal was building, the ache in her pussy growing more insistent with every passing moment.
Finally, he could take no more. With a roar, he pulled her to her feet, his hands on her hips. He spun her around, pushing her towards the desk. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice thick with need. Sarah complied, her heart racing as she braced herself against the cool wood.
John's hand came down hard on her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. She moaned, pushing back against him, feeling his cock slide against her wetness. He positioned himself, the tip of his erection nudging at her entrance. "You're going to take this, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot on her neck.
Sarah nodded, her body trembling. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. And as he pushed inside her, she knew that she would never forget this moment, this illicit encounter in the dimly lit office, her lesbian identity colliding with the raw, primal desire for a man's touch.
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